This world is a trap, and desire is its bait: flee from the traps, quickly turn your face (towards God).
این جهان دامست و دانه‌آرزو ** در گریز از دامها روی آر زو
When you have gone this way, you have enjoyed a hundred (spiritual) blessings; when you have gone the opposite way, you have fared ill.
چون چنین رفتی بدیدی صد گشاد ** چون شدی در ضد آن دیدی فساد
Therefore the Prophet said, “Consult your hearts, though the mufti outside gives you advice in (worldly) affairs.”380
پس پیمبر گفت استفتوا القلوب ** گر چه مفتیتان برون گوید خطوب
Abandon desire, in order that He may have mercy (on you): you have found by experience that such (renunciation) is required by Him.
آرزو بگذار تا رحم آیدش ** آزمودی که چنین می‌بایدش
Since you cannot escape, do service to Him, that you may go from His prison into His rose-garden.
چون نتانی جست پس خدمت کنش ** تا روی از حبس او در گلشنش
When you keep watch (over your thoughts and actions) continually, you are always seeing the (Divine) justice and the (Divine) Judge, O misguided man;
دم به دم چون تو مراقب می‌شوی ** داد می‌بینی و داور ای غوی
And if you shut your eyes because you have veiled yourself (in heedlessness), (yet) how should the sun relinquish its work?
ور ببندی چشم خود را ز احتجاب ** کار خود را کی گذارد آفتاب
How the King (Mahmúd) revealed to the Amírs and those who were intriguing against Ayáz the reason of his superiority to them in rank and favour and salary, (explaining it) in such a manner that no argument or objection was left for them (to bring forward).
وا نمودن پادشاه به امرا و متعصبان در راه ایاز سبب فضیلت و مرتبت و قربت و جامگی او بریشان بر وجهی کی ایشان را حجت و اعتراض نماند
When the Amírs boiled over with envy (of Ayáz), at last they taunted their King,385
چون امیران از حسد جوشان شدند ** عاقبت بر شاه خود طعنه زدند
Saying, “This Ayáz of thine has not thirty intellects: how should he consume the salary of thirty Amírs?”
کین ایاز تو ندارد سی خرد ** جامگی سی امیر او چون خورد
The King, accompanied by the thirty Amírs, went out to hunt in the desert and mountain-land.
شاه بیرون رفت با آن سی امیر ** سوی صحرا و کهستان صیدگیر